In 1994 my father was diagnosed with diabetes. He was the type of person who did not like taking prescription drugs and would only take them whenever he felt bad. As the years went by he was doing pretty good, and I never really saw the negative effect the diabetes had on him, until 10 years later. 2004 was the start of my father's health spiraling down hill. At that point I had to start taking him to his doctor's appointments, because he would not comply with the doctor's orders, or take the 12 different medications the doctors prescribed. I hated having to force him to take these prescription drugs, which later on I found out were not really healing his problem, they were only pacifying it. In the same time frame, these prescription drugs were also causing problems with his other organs. For example, one of the medications that was supposed to help his kidneys, was causing his liver complications. Then they prescribed a prescription drug for his liver, which in turn was causing problems with his pancreas.
These 12 medications were going back and forth, one prescription drugs supposedly helping one ailment, while causing problems to another organ. Because of the affects of these drugs, I Watched my father go from a 220 pound man, down to 142 pounds within three months. His energy was always low. His spirit was broken. His skin was becoming darker and darker as the days went on, because of the dialysis treatments four times a week. It broke my heart to have to leave him in the hospital and the nursing home, where he would sit staring at the walls for God knows how long, all day after I was gone.
One day, when I stopped by to visit him, he asked me "son when you leave, can you drop me off at home? I'm tired of being here and I don't know these people. They keep sticking me with needles and my fingers a sore." It broke my heart that I had to tell him, "NO! I can't take you home. You are unable to care for yourself, and mom can't care for you either." I can't begin to describe the look on his face after he heard those words come from my mouth. In all my years I never had to tell my Father NO about anything.
As time went on things got worse, due to the prescription drugs. He would hallucinate and think he was able to get up and go home on his own. One day I got a call from the hospital informing me that he had pulled out his catheter, the feeding tube in his stomach, the IV and got out of the bed and fell on the floor. When I got to the hospital, I asked him why was he trying to get up?" He looked me right in my eyes, and sincerely replied, "Since you nor your mother would take me, I was going to catch the bus and go home myself".
He had no idea where he was, but he was hallucinating to the point where he thought he knew where he was. At that point, they had no choice but to restrain him to the bed. This was heart wrenching for me and my family. Imagine not being able to scratch your face let alone roll over in your sleep. I had to do something.I began to do research to try and find an herbal way to help my father not only beat his diabetes, but to get him off these prescription drugs which were wreaking havoc on his health. I read book, after book, after book. Most of the herbs they were recommending did help him a little, but did not cure his problem. At that time, I was going through my own issues with my health. With my sluggish liver, prostate swelling, (IBS) irritable bowel syndrome, lung issues, and a whole host of other health problems that I suffered from for years. I needed medical help just as much as he did. However, my main focus was getting my father back on his feet.
Unfortunately, I was unable to do so. Time was not on his side. My father passed away from a heart attack due to the complications of having diabetes before I could find a herbal cure. God intended for my father pass at that time, also for me to be involved in his health issues for a reason. I believe God was testing me to see if I would be selfish and look for a cure for myself first, using the excuse that my father was 69 years old, and he had already lived his life, and I was then only 40 years old and had plenty of life left. But because I was SELFLESS and put my father first, I believe I passed God's test. What God had in store for me, was to be able to find the cure to heal myself from my own afflictions that I caused from the drinking, smoking and eating all the wrong foods over the years, using His word (The Holy Bible). Genesis 1:29, Ezekiel 47:12, Revelation 22:2 "The herbs are for the healing of the nation."
I love my father dearly, God knows I do, but I don't ever want to go through what he and many others have gone through. Spending my last days going from hospital to hospital, and nursing home to nursing home. Most nursing homes do not take care of your loved ones the way they should. Many elderly people are totally neglected, and many die as a result of that. Believe me, my father suffered his share of neglect in a few of those nursing homes. I have always said, caring for people in a nursing home is a "calling" not a job. Unfortunately, 95% of the workers in those facilities are just collecting a pay check. For their sake, they better hope they don't end up in a nursing home, because they will more than likely get the same care they provided over the years. I am doing everything I can to NOT end up in a hospital, or a nursing home!!!!
God blessed me with what you're reading now. So now with the blessing that God has bestowed upon me, I can now give it to you. I may not have been able to save my father, it wasn't God's will, but I was able to save myself through Christ, and you will now also be able to do the same.